"Ha ha, I don't have hairspray. Who would bring something like that to class?" Gawain laughed.
To his surprise, Tristan rummaged through his drawer and pulled out a can of hairspray.
He actually has it!
Ei couldn't help but wonder, Sir Tristan, what exactly is your daily objective for coming to school?
"I do have some, but I need to use it myself," he said.
"Sir Tristan, don't forget who fought tooth and nail to win your clothes back at the mixer yesterday!"
"Thank you, but wasn't it you who lost my clothes in the first place?"
"Just give me the hairspray! Artoria-sensei and I have 'adult, independent research projects' to do later!"
"All the more reason not to give it to you."
Thump, thump, thump.
A loud, firm set of footsteps suddenly echoed from the classroom corridor.
Perhaps because of their expectation, Ei and the others found the footsteps to be incredibly authoritative and confident. It sounded like a tremendously important person.
No mistake, this is the new homeroom teacher!
Tristan and Ei forgot their argument over the hairspray and quickly sat up straight, ready to make the best possible first impression on the new homeroom teacher.
Clang, Clang!
The classroom door was thrown open with force.
A head of brilliant golden hair met their eyes.
A dignified and beautiful face, emerald-green eyes like a pristine meadow, and a tall, straight, kingly posture.
Ei's eyes widened in surprise.
That Tristan guy, his intelligence was actually spot on.
But...
"I am the new teacher for the Britain Class, your homeroom teacher, the leader of the Fianna Knights, Fionn mac Cumhaill! I will lead the Britain Class down a path of magnificent victory this semester, ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
The entire classroom fell into a dead silence, with only Fionn's confident laughter echoing through the room.
"Hmm..." Ei observed the new homeroom teacher. "He's definitely a true Brit."
"He's a King, and he does indeed lead an order of knights," Gawain concurred. "And Lancer—that detail is also astonishingly accurate."
"If he just didn't speak, he would indeed be very beautiful, and he has golden hair. But why do I feel so much sorrow..." Tristan plucked a sad chord in the air.
All the other details were correct, but they missed the most crucial one: gender.
"Bro, it's yours." Tristan handed the can of hairspray to Ei.
"No, no, I'm good," he waved his hand in refusal.
"Hmm," Fionn looked at the boys in the classroom who were sighing and lowering their heads. "Why are your heads down? Is the splendor of my entrance too dazzling for you to look at directly?"
"Teacher, this is the Greece Class. The Britain Class is next door," Ei stated.
All the male students immediately turned their eyes to the unperturbed Ei.
Typical scum! He's already trying to get rid of the teacher so soon!
They despised his action, yet they couldn't help but feel the urge to applaud him inwardly.
Homeroom Teacher Fionn frowned in confusion: "What? I walked into the wrong room? Well, what is your name, young man?"
"Jason."
Stop using Jason's name every time you do something bad, Tristan thought to himself.
"Ha ha ha," Fionn simply let out a hearty laugh. "I've heard you are quite a character, Watsuki Ei."
"You actually know who I am?"
"Of course! Don't underestimate the glorious leader of the Fianna Knights, the Guardian of Eire, the one who vanquished Nuada! I strive for perfection in everything. Since I was to be your homeroom teacher, I memorized the entire class roster the night before!"
"Impressive."
He seemed very flashy, but unexpectedly, he was quite diligent.
"But the male students here don't seem very enthusiastic about my arrival, Student Watsuki. Can you tell me why?"
"Then I'll be blunt," Ei cleared his throat and analyzed seriously. "This book is on the verge of being dropped. It might not even get a recommended slot next week. We urgently need to use a high-popularity female character to boost attention so the readers don't run off. A character with 'big assets' like Artoria is perfect for attracting readers."
"That's too blunt, even for you."
Fionn stroked his chin and asked, puzzled, "But surely someone as splendid as myself is comparable to the King of Camelot?"
You are nowhere near comparable!
Just look at the Round Table Knights next to me; they look as if the sky is about to fall!
"Anyway, let's start class—Student Tristan, stop sleeping in class!"
"Teacher, I just have small eyes."
[Fionn mac Cumhaill has become the homeroom teacher for your Britain Class.]
[He outlined the study schedule and curriculum for the month. This Wednesday, you will participate in a field trip, and the month-end exam will follow one week after the field trip.]
[After the month-end exam is the school break, which is the day you arranged to go on a date with Morgan.]
"First a field trip, then the month-end exam, and finally the date with Morgan." The schedule was quite packed.
[During the break after class, your phone received a message from Morgan. She seems very much looking forward to the end of the month and is already quite eager for your date.**]
[You received a selfie from Morgan. This time, she is wearing an OL outfit and has pulled down her collar for the camera.]
Her message popped up on your phone.
Morgan: "Do you prefer a Christian church or a Druid temple?"
Is she asking where he wants to go on the date?
Ei wasn't particularly interested in either of the two buildings and just casually chose one: "I personally prefer a church."
Morgan: "Understood."
A moment later, he received another message from Morgan.
Morgan: "I have already planned the date itinerary for the end of the month."
Morgan: "On the first day, we will first go to the Civil Affairs Bureau in the morning for a simple photo (you can think of it as a photo booth picture that couples often take). Then, at noon, I will wear a wedding dress, and we will go to the church priest together for a simple vow. In the evening, I have booked a hotel. How about we invite everyone we know to have dinner together?"
Morgan: "On the second day, we can play in the hotel room."
Ei nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
This isn't a date at all! It's completely geared toward marriage and a honeymoon night! None of the steps are simple!
Ei (Unsent Message): "Calm down. Let's talk this through, Morgan."
Before he could send the message, a slender, fair hand suddenly tapped him on the shoulder.
He looked at the person who tapped him, jumped in fright, and quickly hid his phone.
The owner of the hand was Baobhan Sith!
Her silky, blood-red hair cascaded down, and she wore a beautiful, flamboyant dress under her school uniform.
She was staring down at him with her gray, haughty eyes.
Did she see the message just now?
"You were messaging my mother, weren't you?" Baobhan Sith said coldly.
"Come with me to the rooftop."